CYNICAL

By Habil

When did I become this?
And how didn’t I notice?
That I’ve become an apprentice,
To hurt and prejudice.
When did Kindness make me defensive?
When did love become so repulsive?
How is it that to hope is now expensive?
And disappointments sticks well like an adhesive?
I just realized I have nothing to give.
And all I know is just the negative
Sad, ugly are now favorite adjectives.
Then broken, if you want to be descriptive.
I’m just discovering I’m become skeptical
And to trust, for me is just impractical.
Who made me turn cynical?
Who made me believe happiness is now mythical?
You. Yes you.
The beautiful world I once knew.
You changed the view.
You replaced it with an ugly one your actions drew.